Well, you've seen me frustrate myself wreaking a big red Dinky London omnibus, while my brother sleeps oblivious next to me, you've seen the the pair of us as biscuit-chomping cowpoke gunslingers, now I seem to be a crusader!
I have absolutely no recollection of this whatsoever, however I think it might be 1969 (I look about six - far left) when I stayed with my Godmother while our parents were in the 'States. The guy in the middle is her son Charles, who was a couple of years older than me (so eigh'tish in this shot?), and while I thought the other guy might be an old friend Tobin, I suspect he's actually some one from the School I attended while staying there (Bishops Stortford), as my brother is absent and he must be my age/from my class, as Charles was a year or two above . . . or even attending a different school?
Could be a school-play? But 'Blondie' hasn't gone to the same lenths with his costume? Although his bow looks a little more professional than mine! Am I Robin Hood to Charles's Friar Tuck, or a man-at-arms to his crusader?
Fun thing to find!
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Ahh memories! I was a Crusader once....long ago....venturing forth one All Hallows Eve... white surcoat with bold red cross, chainmail coif, well grey cloth cut like the hood on my rainjacket which buttoned over my chin, garbage can shield.....
Many a sauspan-lid or dustbin has saved me from a dragon, or my brother Ross! I'm hoping, when I sit down and sort them all to find the tree-root camel of the Jordanian Frontier Force, but that will be in a year or two!
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